Bee complies, holding her hands as steady as she can make them while he does his work, chewing her lip in consternation. She's not sure how to help such a small person - some neosporin and a q-tip would be really optimal right about now. Maybe there's a bathroom - but given the nature she's observed so far in this house, she's a little nervous to go exploring, especially with a wounded charge.

"What's your name?" she asks after a moment.